“You’re not afraid, are you?” asked Ned.
“Not a bit, but I don’t want a row here.”
Noddy did not appear to notice the three boys. He ordered some lemon soda in a blustering tone, and when he paid for it pulled out quite a roll of bills.
“Where’d you get all the money?” the boys heard Bill ask Noddy.
“Oh, I had a little and Jack Pender loaned me the rest,” said Noddy with a laugh. “Jack’s a soft mark. He’d give me all he had.”
“I wish I could find some one as accommodating,” said Bill with a chuckle, as he drained his glass.
“Come on!” cried Noddy. Then he cast a look over to where the chums were sitting. He started to walk toward them and seemed about to say something.
“Keep quiet!” the boys heard Bill advise Noddy, at the same time grasping him by the arm. “Don’t raise a row with those cubs again. They know too much now!”
“All right!” growled Noddy. “I’d like to punch their heads, though.”